Otavio Paz Poem by alexander opicho

Otavio Paz

Octavio Paz Paz Otavio
i don't want your touch
as i listen to my rain
the counterpart of my body
between going and coming
amid the trees of Mexican
sol de piedra the land in which
no where is whom for one that bewooed.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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